By substituting a toaster for a computer and toast for paper, the artist subverts our expectations and casts a cold eye on a hegemoniacal society that values productivity above all. Here we see a cubicle manned by an absent drone, a worker single-mindedly driven to make toastbetter and more rapidly than any other toast-maker. While the viewer gazes at the empty cubicle, the smell of burnt toast fills the air, a reminder of the consequences of our indentured slavery to the invisible and compassionless Man.